Chapter 372: Who Wants to Eat Chicken Drumsticks?

"You are a total blockhead. Forget it, I'm done talking to you—I'm going to grab more food!"

She rose to her feet and made her way toward the cafeteria's service window.

Bai Lin watched her depart, quietly resting his terminal on the table before taking a sip of the nearby water.

Before long, the cafeteria grew lively as team members arrived in succession; Sun Yang burst in first, his face alight with a rare excitement.

"Guys! Today's breakfast actually features chicken drumsticks! Who wants a drumstick?"

The strength Yang Tianyun displayed was indeed formidable, yet compared to him, a noticeable gap still remained.

As the altitude gradually climbed, Su Ruochu was astonished to find Chen Fan, seated beside her, unconsciously bracing his body.

"Our new home." Mo Yinchuan, a man of habitual brevity, possessed an unprecedented reservoir of patience when it came to Jiang Tiantian.

The phone calls to Meizi and Weiwei went through; they reported that they were safe and told them not to worry, yet Jiang Tiantian's phone alone remained switched off.

The entourage arrived at the Baiyun Clubhouse; Chen Fan rolled up to the entrance and merely lowered his window to show his face, and the guard at the gate recognized him instantly.

These dignitaries had parked their carriages and horses here to deliver gifts, completely blocking the thoroughfare; wouldn’t this inevitably disrupt the business of Yipin Xiang Xiu?

Hearing those words, Shen Moyao cast a perilous gaze toward Li Nian; thinking of Shaoshao trapped with no one to turn to, helpless and terrified, he could not suppress the fury inside him, his clenched fists giving off a sharp crack.

The staff members following close behind them were also somewhat surprised; was this a tourist attraction too, for they had never heard of this particular resort area.

When Ye Qingrou’s countenance came clearly into view, the eyes of those few individuals instantly widened, and expressions of sheer disbelief washed over their faces.

"To be of service to you, Blade God, is the good fortune of us two brothers!" the guard said with a smile, a flicker of cunning flitting across his eyes.

By the time Liu Junhao strolled leisurely into the classroom for the next period, the children had already conscientiously lined up before the podium, awaiting their sentence.

She hadn't given it a thought before, but the moment rest was mentioned, He Lianrong truly felt a wave of exhaustion; upon inquiring about the hour, she found it was nearly midnight, yet Wei Shaoyun had not yet returned.

Sparks burst forth in the collision; his lips, like soft confection, proved addictive, and we were like two long-parched beasts rushing forward to drink frantically at the first sight of water.

Even as she spoke, Biliu had already led others into the room, bearing a clean bathtub; they ladled out most of the water from the original tub before moving it away, then filled the empty vessel with hot water.

Had Ao Chen's physical form not been sufficiently robust, he would likely have been instantly shredded into a mist of blood and swallowed by the black hole.

Reaching out, she closed Han Dong's eyes, which had already lost their focus; though there was nothing about Han Dong to merit sympathy, Hua Mei still felt a pang of regret for his fate.

Yet judging by the slightly disgruntled tone of this Pabenjass, it seemed he would have to expend a good deal of extra effort to secure this ancient colored dragon by his side.

This demonstrated that the Black Dragon's combat experience was still profoundly rich; when denied sufficient time to cast dragon-tongue magic, they chose to forgo their magical capabilities and instead transformed into the shape of Drow Elves, renowned for assassination and brawling—a choice that boosted the Black Dragon's speed and melee assassination prowess seven- to eightfold.

In fish farming, the stocking of fingerlings is an exceedingly critical matter; the timing of the release cannot be too early, nor can the quantity be too vast, lest the newly introduced fingerlings fail to compete for food.

Over a hundred fire crows, three feet in height, perched upon the branches, their iridescent feathers shifting with light as they chirped melodious tunes, their long wings trailing the ground while semi-transparent flames wrapped around them endlessly.

Particularly before the great catastrophe, although the undercurrents of the mortal realm were surging, the Cave-Heaven Perfected Ones, occupying the highest echelon of the world, still sat back to watch the clouds rise and fall, visiting friends in their leisure and otherwise secluding themselves to cultivate and comprehend the laws, poised and unhurried, never encountering a moment of life and death—so why would they ever detonate a Cave-Heaven?

When the market collapses, no matter how many people there are, it is of no use; the entire house is executed, and not a soul can escape. As Buffett said: be fearful when others are greedy, and greedy when others are fearful. Now that everyone in your area is lending money, is it not yet time to fear?